So yesterday I made another trip to my favorite Chinese food shack and received another dose of light-soul-radio nostalgia: anyone remember Gwen Guthrie‘s “Ain’t Nothin’ Goin’ on but the Rent?” Well, I didn’t either, ’till I heard the refrain “You got to have a J-O-B if you want to be with me…” Suddenly, it’s 1989 and I’m at the Bourbon Pub at 4am, and the place is packed with holdovers from Sunday night tea-dance, and as soon as the dj plays the first few bars of the song, everyone rushes the dance floor, and the poppers come out, and the ethyl, and the song sounds like creepy old-skool disco, but none of us really care. We’re just happy to have found a spot where we can be young and gay and appreciated.
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In other news, does anyone really care that there’s going to be a Big Brother 2? More to the point, did anyone watch the first one? If I’m going to get bogged down in realiTV, it’ll be something marginally more-interesting, like Fox’s ill-fated American High, which has been bought by PBS and recast in a slightly more erudite mold. I guess The 1900 House paid off…
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